Flamenco, the beautiful, caracteristic and sometimes almost mystic musical artform of the Andalucian people. Either you love it, or you hate it. I have assigned myself happily to the first category. Living flamenco, the music, the dance, the expression can almost cause a state of extasy, a feeling so profoundly that it is almost impossible to describe it... Only to feel it... This is true duende. An 'ole' sound from the public or the artists, a tear rolling down a cheek...
Duende.
I think 'duende' is not only about flamenco. It's more profound than that. It lives inside of you and in a moment of utterly and complete happiness it reveals itself. It's not a 'flow', it's deeper, more intense.. It's your heart, your being communicating, instead of your brain. It's the closest you can get to your inner self, it's a state of trance, a state of untouchable, undescribable emotional wellbeing...
Duende.
And I've felt it, lived it, breathed it...
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